Something New

Sleeping on the moon

Unfortunately, the creation of the synonym
Brought the antonym.
That not only means to every positive a negative,
That also means for every life came death.
For every sunrise, a sunset.
Each sweet taste a bitter one.
And for each element,
Every aspect, there was an equal opposite.

So, maybe that explains us
As much as we trick ourselves into
Believing that opposites attract, they don't.
I wish that the moon didn’t need the sun.
But it does is the sad truth.
They are thousands of miles from each other
And they’ll never collide but I can still pray.
Even if it brings destruction to the world below us,
I’d love to be held by you just once.

-sleeping on the moon

Mother Nurture

I nurture souls that hurt
I’ve taken this generous
Heart and made
A refuge for the hurting
I’ll grow love in all the
Places light never touches
I’ll lasso the sun and
Bring it to you
I’ll disturb my oceans and
Bring you tsunami’s
So that you can be cleansed
Of the disastrous ruins
I’ll send whispers
In the wind
That remind you that
You’re a descendant
Of stars and have
Elements in your veins
I’ll give you a full moon
Every night so
You don’t feel alone
When your heart is heavy
And even if it’s
My soul that hurts
I’ll always mend others
I’m Mother Nurture and
I’ve learned that
She has no one
To nurture her

-mother nurture

Something Borrowed, Something Blue
You’re With Someone New

I panicked when I remembered
Something you’d told me
But I couldn’t hear your voice
It was like craving a certain song,
But the whole record was scratched

I can’t recall the way your
Lips held my name and the
Sheepish smile afterward
Or, the dimples that followed,
In the apples of your cheeks

Your body reminds me of
An abandoned house
The hearth harbors no
Warmth and the wallpaper
Flakes off creating a
Melody beneath your feet

That sounds less like music
And more like nostalgia

I no longer play in your
Eyes, like rainy puddles
Reminiscing on my soft,
Innocent, childish heart
In fact
I can’t place the color
Of your iris’ anymore

I do recollect a sweet moment though,
Our laughter mingling as
I made up new colors
With silly names
You deserved a unique color
For the way your irises held
Contact when my face gushed
With tears, anger or even bliss

I always searched for God’s
Reasoning on your body

Every cascading
Dip
                Curve
                               Crevice
I wanted to know why
I thought you deserved that much
But, now, I’m not sure why
I needed to understand

Wherever your path leads you
I hope someone else pays that
Close of attention
I hope someone else believes
You deserve to know why you are
I hope they tell you in ways
I couldn’t

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I hope everyone reading enjoyed this submission from Chelsea, as I myself did. Big thank you to Emily for her illustrations to match Chelsea's lovely words. Make sure you follow her on Instagram.

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